The Boy Dylan, Chapter 3: The Auction
I tried to focus on my new Master’s cock as it ravaged my hole, but I could hear the sounds of men in the dark. I knew that at least some of them were watching my Master use me. It felt strange to be fucked in public, but I knew that was something I must get used to. Seeing his obvious pleasure, were they regretting not having outbid him? Were they wishing it was them using my body with such obvious pleasure? For my part, if anything, I was only becoming more grateful that my Master had won.
He abruptly stopped pummeling my ass with his cock in order to flip me over on my back. I was surprised when he bent down to kiss my chest and deeply inhale the musk in my arm pits. He really did want to know every inch of his new merchandise. When he began fucking me again, he drove into me harder than ever. It felt so good that I grabbed hold of my cock without even thinking about it.
At the last moment before he came, he pulled his cock out of my hole, and sprayed my body with his load, adding his cum to mine. Once again, he scooped it up, feeding it to me. As I sucked his fingers clean and he thrust back into me, one last time and I laid there hoping that next time he would fuck his load deep into my guts and trully make me his.
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